The cold tablemate is a bamboo horse

Wen Yan was shocked at the time it took for him to take a shower, Jiang Han was like digging charcoal out of a coal factory.

The hair hangs in a mess, and it is not difficult to see that it has been picked out by hand.

But his face was black, white, and red, as if he had come off the singing stage, and the makeup didn't have the same effect.

Jiang Han didn't expect to run into Wen Yan as soon as he came out, he must be very down and out in a mess.

After a brief and awkward silence.

Jiang Han was aggrieved: "Yanyan, cooking is so difficult..."

Wen Yan looked at the messy kitchen, then at Jiang Han, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Yanyan, don't laugh at me..."

Jiang Han's face was flushed, and the 1.8-meter-seven little wolfdog was full of grievances.

"It's the same way when I cook for the first time, and so do I."

Wen Yan stopped laughing and walked over to clean up the mess.

The noodles are ready, but they are so blurry that we can't see what they are.

Jiang Han was frustrated: "I wanted to cook noodles for you, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult."

Talk about falling down.

Wen Yan stopped him, and looked down at the bowl of noodles: "Let's put it away, I'll get it. You first..."

His eyes fell on Jiang Han complicatedly: "...let's take a bath."

There is an injury on the leg, and it is not easy to touch the water, so we can only wrap it in a plastic bag first.

Clothes are gentle.

"Call me if you need anything."

Sending the person into the bathroom, Wen Yan told him worriedly.

"I can't cook, but I can still take a bath."

When the door was closed, Jiang Han poked Wen Yan's forehead again: "It's still a bit of a fever, I'll take the medicine later."

Wen Yan nodded.

In the bathroom, after Jiang Han finished flushing, he looked at the two bottles of shower gel on the shelf.

I chose one of the bottles and smelled it, then shook my head.

He opened another bottle and smelled it, then shook his head.

Put it down in a daze, and rinse it off quickly.

When putting on Wen Yan's clothes, Jiang Han lowered his head and sniffed hard, his brows relaxed leisurely.

There is a fragrance on Wen Yan's body, which is clear and sweet.

He gets hooked every time he smells it.

Coming out of the bathroom, Jiang Han's stomach growled unconsciously.

A scent wafted from the kitchen, and Wen Yan was busy in the kitchen wearing an apron from his back.

In this early morning when the sound of rain overlaps, the lighting in the kitchen seems to have a soft filter, making this scene warm and warm.

"It will be fine soon, just wait a little longer."

With soft eyes, Jiang Han sat in the living room quietly watching Wen Yan busy in the kitchen.

After a while, Wen Yan came out with two bowls of noodles.

"Eat it, it's not very well done."

The noodles are very good, the eggs are not broken, and the tomatoes are not messed up.

Jiang Han's appetite whetted his appetite, and he was about to use his chopsticks to eat, but when he looked up, he saw the bowl he had made in front of Wen Yan.

Seeing that Wen Yan wanted to eat, Jiang Han hurriedly stopped him: "Hey, it's so delicious, it's getting cold."

Wen Yan lowered his head and took a bite, then said with lowered eyes, "It's not bad."

Jiang Han's nose suddenly felt a little sour, and he didn't speak.

I buried my head in a few mouthfuls to hide my emotions, and said sullenly, "Yanyan, I'll eat it for you later when it's ready."

Wen Yan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he continued to eat the noodles, making a low "hmm" for a while.

After eating the noodles, Jiang Han wanted to go into the kitchen to help wash the dishes, but Wen Yan pushed him out.

"It's still early, if you're sleepy, go to bed."

Jiang Han didn't insist, he leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

With the sound of rain outside the window, he gradually fell asleep. In the dream, for a while, it was Wen Yan's face when he was a child, and for a while, it was Wen Yan's face that was burned all over his body, and then it turned into the silent hot tears, dripping on his cheeks. Heart...

The figure in the dream gradually went away, and finally disappeared from his sight, "Brother Jiang Han, you have to remember me..."

Jiang Han subconsciously exclaimed, "Yanyan..."

There was a cold touch on his feet, and Jiang Han suddenly opened his eyes.

Wen Yan was changing the dressing on his wound.

Jiang Han came back to his senses, raised his hand and pinched the center of his eyebrows: "Yanyan, I..."

Jiang Han didn't know what was wrong with him, he felt flustered and confused.

"Does it hurt?" Wen Yan asked softly.

In fact, it hurt all night last night and now I can't feel it anymore.

Jiang Han moved his feet: "The pain is gone. I asked Lao Jiang for leave. I won't go to school today. Let's take a good rest."

In fact, the two of them didn't have much rest. Wen Yan was in a deep sleep, but they were both dreaming and talking nonsense, their brows were always frowning.

Jiang Han slept for less than two or three hours, and he didn't dare to close his eyes and squint until the high fever subsided, but he would wake up immediately when there was any movement from Wen Yan.

With the patter of rain, Wen Yan said, "Go to bed and sleep for a while."

Jiang Han said "um", got up and entered the room.

When Wen Yan was about to go out, Jiang Han sat on the bed and hugged Wen Yan's waist, arching his head in his arms like a cat: "Sleep with me..."

Wen Yan reached out to push him away, but Jiang Han hugged him tighter again, Wen Yan said helplessly, "I'll turn off the light."

Jiang Han let go of his hand and moved to the side to make room for Wen Yan.

Turning off the lights, the room went dark.

With the crisp sound of rain, it is very suitable for sleeping weather.

Wen Yan lay down on his side, closed his eyes and took a nap.

After a while, Jiang Han's hands came from behind, and Wen Yan's body stiffened imperceptibly.

Jiang Han leaned over and hugged him, rubbing his chin against Wen Yan's neck.

He put his hand on Wen Yan's waist and touched it: "Why are you so thin, eat more in the future."

Wen Yan tried his best to ignore the scorching body behind him, forcing himself to close his eyes and fall asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but the sound of the rain seemed to have stopped, and the room was quiet.

Jiang Han whispered behind Wen Yan: "Are you lonely, Yan Yan..."

Been alone for so many years.

Wen Yan opened his eyes wide in a daze, looking at the nothingness in the darkness, trying not to let tears fall.

"Don't cry..." Jiang Han hugged him tightly, "I won't cry anymore..."

"Play the piano for me later."

Jiang Han seemed to comfort a kitten, put his hands on Wen Yan's eyes, and said in a low voice, "Have a good sleep, you'll be fine when you wake up."

I felt the eyelashes trembling in the palm of my hand, and then closed them gently.

In the darkness, Jiang Han opened his eyes and stared at Wen Yan's back for a long time until his eyes began to turn sour.

"Yanyan..." Jiang Han yelled softly, feeling pity and distress.

The person in his arms was breathing slowly, already fast asleep.

Jiang Han closed his eyes, and fell asleep in the faint coolness.

This sleep lasted until three o'clock in the afternoon, and Jiang Han woke up first.

He doesn't sleep very soundly, and subconsciously wakes up to touch Wen Yan's forehead.

The body temperature has been normal, and the fever has gradually subsided.

Jiang Han got out of bed lightly, found the key and went out.

Jiang Han has rarely been ill since he was a child, so he doesn't know what to eat when he is sick, but he must not eat greasy food.

I went to buy a bowl of nutritious thin and weak porridge, and went to the supermarket to buy a lot of things that nourish blood and qi, such as wolfberries, yams, and white fungus, and then returned to Wen Yan's house with the bag.

Before Wen Yan woke up, Jiang Han put the porridge in the incubator.

The clothes from last night were still in the laundry basket, and I walked over and stuffed them into the washing machine.

After finishing all this, when Wen Yan was about to play a small game when he woke up, he saw Xiao Qi who was constantly sniffing at the empty basin in the corner.

Hungry, Jiang Han clicked his tongue softly, not forgetting to scare him on purpose yesterday.

But I still found the dog food in the refrigerator and poured it into the basin.

Xiao Qi wagged his tail excitedly at Jiang Han, and put the toy at Jiang Han's feet.

"Give it to me?" Jiang Han put down his phone and asked.

Xiao Qi shook her tail again.

"I don't want it." Jiang Han kicked it away in disgust, "Don't get so close to me, you robber."

Receiving Jiang Han's intention, Xiaoqi put down her tail and walked away.

I went to eat in silence.

Jiang Han regained his energy and played a few games.

After quitting, he sent another message to Jiang Yuan.

Wu Fei sent several messages to me last night, and Jiang Han picked it up and went back.

Unknowingly, the sunset began to rise, and the sky was dyed with crimson clouds, and the sky was as blue as washing.

Jiang Han glanced at the time, it was almost six o'clock.

He walked into the room and called softly a few times.

Wen Yan slept soundly and had no intention of waking up.

Jiang Han squatted on the edge of the bed, looked at Wen Yan's face, and whispered in his ear: "Yanyan, wake up..."

The person in the dream seemed to hear a call, and his eyelashes slowly opened.

Wen Yan was dazed for two seconds: "How long... have I been asleep?"

"Not long," Jiang Han looked at him with a smile, "just had dinner."

Wen Yan glanced outside, sat up, frowned and rubbed his head, regaining consciousness.

"What, are you still dizzy?"

Jiang Han immediately asked concerned.

"No..." Wen Yan shook his head, "I slept for too long."

Jiang Han put his mind at rest and put the slippers under Wen Yan's feet: "I bought lean meat porridge. If I'm sick, I can't empty my stomach. It will be even more uncomfortable."

Suddenly in a bright environment, Wen Yan's eyes were dazzled by the light.

The warm sunset shone in, making the living room very warm and quiet. In the sunset, Jiang Han was busy.

Wen Yan felt as if he had been separated from another world.

Jiang Han turned his head and said to Wen Yan, "It's all hot, come and eat."

Wen Yan walked over, hot milk and thin porridge.

The porridge is very thin, soft, glutinous and sweet, and it is specially made by people.

Jiang Han watched Wen Yan eat carefully, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

The pale and sickly lips had blood color, and gradually became rosy and full.

Wen Yan eats whatever he eats, giving people a sense of enjoyment. He swallows gracefully and slowly, and his lips will become moist every time.

Jiang Han added his lower lip unconsciously.

"...I can't eat anymore."

After eating half of it, Wen Yan frowned.

"What's the matter, are you dizzy again?"

"A little disgusting..."

Jiang Han handed over the milk, touched Wen Yan's forehead, and frowned: "I have a fever again, I will take some medicine later. Finish the milk first, you have eaten too little."

Then, he took Wen Yan's leftover porridge and started eating.

Wen Yan pursed his lips, his eyes flicked over Jiang Han's natural movements.

Take it back.

After the meal, Jiang Han took Wen Yan's temperature, and it was 37 degrees five, a low-grade fever.

I took antipyretics.

Originally, I wanted to say that the weather was good in the evening and I took Wen Yan out for a walk to wake up.

If you have a fever, you can only stay at home.

Jiang Han took the initiative to wash the dishes, and Wen Yan watered the flowers on the balcony.

As the sky darkened, Wen Yan walked in and saw Jiang Han lying on the sofa playing with his mobile phone.

"You...Aren't you going home?" Wen Yan asked hesitantly.

"Yanyan, are you going to drive me away?"

Jiang Han looked at him with a hurt expression.

"That was not what I meant……"

Looking at Jiang Han's eyes, Wen Yan turned his head a little uncomfortably: "Aren't you worried at home?"

After getting along this time, the relationship between the two is obviously much closer.

But Wen Yan was used to wrapping herself up, even if she expressed concern and kindness, it was just a trial and a trial.

Jiang Han got up and rubbed Wen Yan's head, then smiled softly and said, "Caring about me. Don't worry, I've said it before."

Jiang Yuan is usually very reassuring about Jiang Han, as long as he reports to the police, he will not call to ask questions if he does not go home for a week.

After all, if you really want to know where it is, with Jiang Yuan's gossip, you can know what Jiang Han did that day in less than 5 minutes.

Nothing to do, no homework or anything.

The two sat on the sofa and played games.

After playing a few rounds, Wen Yan's spirit is still not very good, maybe because of the low fever, his face still looks sick.

"Go to bed early if you want to sleep." Jiang Han said.

Wen Yan said "um", got up to take a shower, and wanted to say something in the middle of the walk.

After looking at Jiang Han, he swallowed again.

The sound of water came from the bathroom, Jiang Han put down his phone, went into the room and adjusted the temperature of the air conditioner.

After taking a shower, Wen Yan looked at Jiang Han again.

Jiang Han knew what he wanted to say, smiled and said: "I will stay with you one more night, I don't worry about you being alone. I will ask you for another day off tomorrow, so you can rest at home."

Hearing this, Wen Yan just looked at Jiang Han with complicated eyes and pursed his lower lip, and finally entered the room without saying anything.